"There are at least ten weeks left," Hera curled her lips and really didn't understand Hermione's thoughts. He always just passed the exam. What if he got the first place?

Anyway, Hogwarts doesn't give scholarships, and his usual grades are still not as good as those of an o.w.l.s certificate.

The above evaluation is the most important.

"Yeah, I've only been ten weeks," Hermione retorted, "not for hundreds of years, but for Nick Lemay, it's just a blink of an eye."

"But you are not over six hundred years old," Hera rubbed Hermione's hair helplessly, but only in return for her glare. At that moment, Hera felt like she was facing Professor McGonagall. "And you have studied well, I believe that even if you take the exam now, you can still achieve a very good grade."

"But isn't this score very important? I have to pass these exams to advance to the second grade!" Hermione replied stubbornly.

Hera could only shrugged at this. Hermione's fragile, sensitive and excessive self-esteem, had already been very clear after more than half a year of contact.

Rather than saying that Hermione is very strong, it is better to say that she is inferior. She was born in a Muggle family and came to Hogwarts alone by herself. Everything here makes her curious, but it will also make her fall into deep self-doubt.

Although she has made many good friends.

Hera really has no good idea in this regard, so he can only cooperate to help Hermione draw some of the key points he thinks. If Hermione has reviewed it, it should not be difficult to achieve a good result.

Hera's legs hit the table, looking bored at the latest consultation from The Prophet Daily, while Hermione recited the twelve uses of dragon blood next to her.

I originally agreed to let Hermione come to remind herself to prepare the class content carefully, but I didn't expect that her enthusiasm for learning was beyond Herra's imagination.

Hera secretly glanced at Hermione, and saw that she was still reciting seriously, she could only sigh helplessly.

Forget it, read the "Prophet Daily" again, maybe there are some small easter eggs.

One evening, Hera finally couldn't stand it. He threw the newspaper heavily on the table and stared out the window. It was probably the best weather in months.

The sky is clear and clear, as blue as the color of forget-me-not flowers, and there is a breath of summer coming in the air.

But Hera knew that it was the breath of freedom. He was about to receive a full two months of vacation and two months of paid leave!

I never have to face these headache-provoking little wizards every day.

But his movements shocked Hermione.

"Professor Hera, are you?" Hermione's faces squeezed together, showing a very puzzled expression.

"Uh..." Hera smiled awkwardly, "I just think that in such a good weather, maybe you can go out for a walk with friends. After all, it's not good to keep it in your hands."

Hermione's mouth bulged and her eyes were staring at Hera, making him feel guilty. "Actually, professor, do you want to go out for fun by yourself?"

"Ahem, how is that possible? I just suddenly remembered that Hagrid asked me for help." Hera smiled, completely unconfident, but thought she could still fool her.

"Hmm? I always thought that Hegel could do a good job."

"Actually - it was a dangerous existence that appeared in the Forbidden Forest recently. The unicorn was injured by him and was seriously injured. I am a professor of black magic defense. Hagrid hopes that I can go and take a look for him." Hera straightened his chest and answered with confidence.

Actually, Hera was right, but He refused to ask him before.

After all, he knew the whole story. Isn’t that guy, Quirrell?

Do you want to hold Voldemort's head and throw it in front of Hagrid's cabin and tell him loudly that it was the damn snake-faced monster who killed the unicorn?

Hermione's eyes were a little suspicious, but she quickly put away the pile of books on the table. Hera cooperated to cast a narrowing spell on her, and she didn't even consider whether Hermione could turn it back after returning to the lounge.

"Okay, OK, then I'll go to the library to review." Hermione put the book into her schoolbag, turned around and pouted to look at Hera, and left the office with a muffled groan.

Hearing the sound of the door closing, Hera stood up from the chair excitedly, stood in front of the window and howled outside to make a long sound.

Dongdong!

"Hmm?" Hera's face collapsed. Who is it?

Opening the door, Kiro squeezed in sideways.

"I already know how to use the three evil dogs. I will try to go to the corridor on the fourth floor later." Qiluo just left this coldly and hurriedly left.

Hera looked at the open door and couldn't help but wonder if he had hallucinations?

When did that guy Quirrell speak so briefly?

Wait, it's not a question to consider this now.

He said he already knew Lu Wei's weakness?

"That guy Hagrid is indeed unreliable!" Hera stood at the door and cursed in a low voice.

"What?" Hegnon's big figure suddenly appeared from the corner of the corridor, and he seemed to hear someone calling his name.

"Huh?" Hera rubbed his temples, unable to believe his eyes, and he actually held several books in his hand!

Damn Merlin, what a fatal joke?

Giants can read books!?

"Hera, I actually want to ask you something." Hagrid said, his voice evasive, which immediately aroused Hera's interest.

Hera made way for the door to open, and Hagrid understood and squeezed into the office with great effort. Hera clearly felt that the door was much bigger.

Is it indeed oversize?

"What's wrong? Did you accidentally tell Harry and the others again? Professor Dumbledore knew it would be sad." Hera sat on the chair, covering his forehead and said in despair.

That stupid Potter wouldn't really make a fuss of his mind to "protect" the Philosopher's Stone?

"Uh," Hagrid was stunned, looking out the window, using an extremely light voice, so light that Hera didn't even notice, "Actually they all know..."

"What!?" Hera slapped the table suddenly, "You told Harry about the way through Lu Wei?"

"Hmm?" Hagrid keenly noticed the words in Hera's words, "Right"?

Have you told others before?

"How can you tell them? Dumbledore asked you to keep it secret." Hera sighed, and Hager probably was being slandered by them again.
Chapter completed!